“This book began in Ohio more than 50 years ago, when I found myself transplanted, for the first time, from New England to a place where no one ate beans on Saturday night or spoke in the cadences of Maine. Homesickness hit me amidships, almost physically.

“To ease the homesickness and to fulfill a daily writing assignment for a night-school class, I poured out my memories of Maine in these articles...

“Homesickness and a way of life now gone have made possible this picture of the Maine I love.”

– The author